Helping the Karlssons: Part 2.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 2.

HELPING THE KARLSSONS: PART 2. THE YOUNG SISTERS TAKE IT FURTHER WITH THE SUMMER HELP. Based on a post by m jar 65 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/mjar65/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/HelpingTheKarlssons2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/HelpingTheKarlsons2.jpg] "Tim; Tim, I can't take any more," poor Summer gasped after uncountable orgasms. "I want your cock." The young man happily rolled onto his back as Summer scurried down the bed. Still somewhat innocent, she understood what he needed. Eager, and confident, she grabbed him by the base of his shaft and took a good look. "It's the biggest I've had," she said with a grin and proceeded to take half his cock into her mouth. It was Tim's turn to lie back and groan his pleasure. He was inexperienced at receiving head jobs and so was more than satisfied by Summer. As she bent over him, Tim got to watch her soft mouth stretch around his thick shaft. It was framed by her blonde hair and looking beyond he could see her sexy, blue-veined tits swaying as she tried her best to pleasure him. Her wet lips looked perfect as his thick, veined cock slipped back and forth into her hungry mouth. "Take your time, Summer," he warned. "Unless you want me to cum in your mouth. "I want it inside me," she pleaded to him. "Fuck me, Tim. I need it." Tim was in no mood to deny her. He'd never met a woman so keen for sex; except perhaps her sister, April. His last girlfriend had usually needed cajoling before she'd agree to fuck. Tim knew that some women preferred to be slutty and Summer was the perfect specimen. He reached for the pack of condoms as Summer lay down, already pulling her knees high and wide to give him access to her hole. "Oh yes, fuck me," she moaned as Tim began to penetrate her. "I really need you." Tim felt the same way. He knew Summer was practically a virgin. But she was young and sexy. And eager to let him use her. She groaned as he penetrated her, lifting her tanned legs onto his muscular shoulders. "Oh, that's good. Yes, fill me." Sex in a proper bed, with an older boy, delivered for Summer in every way. And the nice thick cock was the best part of all. She thought of Tim as worldly and experienced; and powerful. His wonderful cock was all the proof she needed. Summer opened herself the way she'd seen women in porn and hoped Tim would understand and use her hard and deep. Tim knew none of that. But he could guess that she was willing to be seriously fucked. And he was horny enough to try it, to pound Summer as best he knew how and see how much of a rough fucking she could handle. He quickened his thrusting, trying to give Summer his full length as he built up his power and began to slam into her. She was discovering the advantage of a bedroom with the extra space where a man could really use her juicy young body. "Oh, yes. Sweet Mary. Fuck me, Tim; I think I'm cumming. Oh;” Tim had only experienced young, tight cunts but this one seemed especially delightful. He was spurred on by her constant moaning. With her legs high, his weight bending her almost in half, her big tits shook and her mouth hung slackly so that she issued a constant stream of sound. But Tim knew each time she climaxed from the sudden increase in the noise from her church-going mouth. Not to mention the spasming of her young cunt around his shaft. Summer was a hot one, indeed. And that was signal enough that Tim could unload. Like any young man he thought of sex as mostly about blasting his seed somewhere. With Summer's warm cunt wrapped around his cock all he wanted was to empty his balls into her. "My turn," he grunted between thrusts into her soaking hole. "Do it, Tim. Cum now. Cum for me." He'd never realized that women could find the male climax the most important part of fucking. But Summer already knew, after only a few times, the delicious triumph of a man flooding his seed into her body. And she thought it only right to tell a man exactly what she wanted. She felt him thrusting still deeper. The tension in his muscles was obvious. And he was grunting in time with the movement of his hips. Summer was still new to the male orgasm but there was something instinctive and primal about a man blasting his seed inside her body. There was a mixture of relief and intense pleasure as the handsome Tim took his full pleasure from her young body. Finally she lowered her legs and rested her hips with Tim lying on top of her. They both were still panting from their exertions. Each of them content in the afterglow of intense and forbidden sex. They almost cuddled, too young to really understand how to share the moment. But their coupling had involved not emotion but raw lust and each was pleased enough to have shared the act. Summer was more interested in watching when Tim removed the condom. She was impressed by the contents; so much cum! In her mind it only proved that Tim was a real man. And to think that she had been the cause of such a flood. Summer was determined that this would not be the last time she had sex with Tim. "I better get home," she muttered to him. "Father will be upset if I am late." The evening concluded far quicker than Tim would have liked. But what the hell; it was his first fuck in months and what was more, he'd just screwed the boss's eldest daughter. "See you in the store," he grinned. Tim's only regret about that first night with Summer was that she'd ended it so quickly. He understood the need to hide what they were doing from Mr. Karlsson. Or perhaps her experience was limited to virgins who didn't know how to cum twice with a woman. The chance to do something about that happened quickly; when April knocked on his door the very next night. "It’s Okay," she told him. "Father thinks I'm visiting a friend from church." Her tight T-shirt accentuated her E-cups perfectly. She was wearing a bra but April knew how to make the most of her chunky, short body. Tim would have agreed she was not as beautiful as her sister but April was desirable in her own way. His cock told him so, reacting instantly. And there was no need to guess why she'd showed up. "I don't want you to get into any trouble," he said. "And I don't know what your sister would say if she knew." "It’s Okay. I know you've fucked Summer already," was the breezy reply. Tim didn't bother to deny it this time. The idea didn't seem to upset April. It made her more determined to have her turn with the handsome Tim. And neither would resist the chance. A sweet young virgin who was gagging for sex was an opportunity Tim would not miss. And when April put her hand over his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans, he was sure that this was the night. "I brought condoms," April told him. "Ultra-thin. I hope I got it right." Tim silently smiled. It looked like this night would be his first time to experience a virgin. And in the bedroom April didn't wait to undress. She went to her knees, extracting Tim's seven inches of meat. "It’s so big," she whispered in awe; since it was the first cock she'd seen in the flesh. It went straight into her mouth, April trying to remember what she had learned from watching porn and from Tim's previous tutoring. He was as impressed by her eagerness as her skills and his generous moans encouraged April to suck more and swallow as much of his hard shaft as she thought wise. She knew to stroke the base with one hand as that, too, had been the subject of much study. The same porn viewing had shown her it was normal for the man to gently hold her head and guide her mouth over his cock. It was exciting when Tim ran his fingers through her blonde hair and started to thrust gently. April already knew that she wanted to try everything about sex. Which was just as well since Tim was concocting a plan. He knew that April was a virgin and way too willing. Likely she'd be willing to let him take the lead and he'd already decided how we would take advantage. He pulled April to her feet just long enough to strip her completely. "You have great tits," he told her. April was proud of her tits; even more so since Tim approved of them. It was a massive turn-on to have Tim hefting and massaging her E-cups. She responded with a soft moan, not knowing that Tim felt strongly that tits like hers should be enjoyed fully. "What if we tried tit fucking?" he suggested. She had no idea what that entailed but felt her breathing quicken as Tim positioned her, seated on the bed and facing him. April could hardly take her eyes off the hard, rampant cock. It stood so straight and tall. She saw the veins and ridges and the hairy sack hanging underneath. So much for her to explore.       He thought the same about her tits. Tim had never had his hands on a pair as big and juicy. They were soft and yet so firm with almost no hint of sag. That was the wonder of young, juicy women. They fit so easily around his cock and Tim added some saliva to help things along. He started to thrust, clumsily at first. That hardly mattered. Her huge tits were just as virginal as the rest of April and Tim felt his cock grow even harder as he took advantage of the willing blonde. April moaned louder as Tim squeezed her tits around his hard meat. It was exciting to have her body used for pleasure. "It feels so sexy," April sighed to him. She wanted to please Tim. He seemed to her a worldly man and April wanted him to give her everything that would make her a real woman. Having his cock thrusting between her tits was a wonderful new experience. She delighted at the way the head of his cock seemed ready to burst from between her big boobs. Looking down she saw the clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. "What's that?" "Pre-cum," he grunted between strokes. "Because your tits feel so good." April smiled at that. She knew just enough to realize that Tim was ready for fucking. And April was even more ready than he was. She did not want to wait. "I want you inside me, Tim. Please can we have sex?" And she meant it. April was determined to give her virginity to Tim. She'd strained against her religious upbringing, wondering when she might have an opportunity to give her all to the right man. "Lie down," he urged her gently. "Let me make sure you are wet enough." And when April gave him a quizzical look he reassured her. "Oral sex; you know, eating your pussy." In a flash she splayed her young legs for him, not caring that a man could see her bare cunt and perhaps even smell her arousal. Being eaten had been a serious fantasy for a long time. Tim did not disappoint either. The chubby virgin could not quite believe the exquisite pleasure of this once taboo act, writhing and crying out while Tim licked her entrance and lapped at her stony hard clitoris. Oral alone made the wait worthwhile and April knew then that she'd always want sex and that she would always need a man who would so willingly eat her out. She wasn't even sure when Tim had stopped, wondering if she had lost consciousness owing to the incredible, powerful orgasms he had provided. "Now you," she murmured. "I want to give you something. And I really need you inside me." Wanting to ensure Tim would give what she craved, April took him in her mouth once again. She knew this foreplay would make Tim determined to thrust himself into her hungry entrance. He reached for the condoms and gave April one last chance to back out. "Fuck me. Tim," she told him straight. "Don't make me wait any longer." She was tight but his cock slid easily past her entrance. Tim tried to appreciate what he was doing. His was the first cock to probe this cunt and April would never be the same again; no longer a virginal "good girl". But he was distracted by the delightful moans of April at last getting the fucking she craved so much. The thought of taking a man inside her was almost as good as the physical experience of penetration. His hard, thick cock opened her entrance in the most wonderful way and April heard herself make a new, strange sound. "Are you Okay?" Tim asked. "Yes. Sweet Mary, don't stop," she groaned. Having Tim's body above hers was as dream made real, his muscled arms holding his weight as she finally committed that beautiful, intimate act. His cock felt better than she'd imagined. It fit so perfectly inside her despite her silly fears. She could feel him open and stretch her as his meaty phallus plunged into her depths. She was ready for him to really thrust into her as she'd imagined so often while pleasuring herself. "You're tight," he muttered. "I can't get it all in." "Fuck me hard, Tim," she urged him. "Just go deep. It won't hurt." Hearing that, Tim realized that the young virgin underneath him still was intact. How foolish of him. He tried to ram forward and just like that he buried his thick cock into her cunt. April felt the small tearing and grimaced for a second. But Tim was deep inside her and the pain was bettered by knowing she was now a real woman. "Don't stop," she breathed to him. "Do whatever you want now." It took only a few more thrusts from Tim for April to start cumming. She almost regretted having waited yet she was thrilled to be experiencing sex with the handsome Tim. He seemed to know exactly what to do. His firm thrusting made her tits bounce in a lewd way and it excited her to have her body so out of control. The feeling of his cock was indescribable and she thought it must be God's will that such a mature, experienced man would be her first. Tim enjoyed his first virgin fuck very much. There was no pressure on him and April's cunt felt as good as any of the few he'd experienced. She'd given permission to fuck her hard and deep and he'd succeeded in making her blue-veined E-cups shake and bounce. And there was no mistaking her pleasure as she cried out orgasm after orgasm. Were all religious bitches so hot? "Cum, Tim. Cum," she cried out, eager to reward him He had no reason to miss the opportunity. April was not as pretty as her sister but very hot and sexy in her own way. Her sister; what man got to fuck two sisters on consecutive nights? He'd already gotten his rocks off the previous night so why hold back now? He felt his balls boiling as he thought more about spewing his semen into April's tight hole. Her tits were really bouncing as he began to pound into her. "Gonna cum inside you." "Yes, Tim. Yes; oh;” Tim let his lust overflow at that moment. He knew he was slamming harder into the once virginal hole. His cock was pulsing as jet after jet of semen flowed into the condom. And he was grunting loudly, pleased to show his own passion as he lay on top of April and took all the pleasure he could from her juicy body. She felt the triumph of a man unleashing his load inside her cunt. "Was that good?" she wanted to know. Tim wondered the same about her. "It was fabulous," she assured him. "I loved you fucking me hard." He was glowing as well in the aftermath of his conquest. It didn't matter that April would have chosen any man who was willing. Tim had fucked a virgin and he'd given her satisfaction. He only hoped that the two church-going sisters weren't done yet. Although he saw the sisters in the furniture store, neither of them made any effort to be alone with him for the next week. There were no unannounced visits to his flat. Tim wondered if they'd gotten what they wanted from him. Or was this part of their plan? if they had a shared plan. Tim supposed that he didn't mind either way. He'd ended his drought and fucked two sisters; pretty, blonde, church-going types who were juicy and surprisingly horny. The sisters weren't staying away completely. He still had chances to get a good look at Summer's sexy legs and April's juicy tits. And Mr. Karlsson appeared none the wiser. Tim was relieved about that. He did not need an angry father. Nor stories of his escapades getting back to the person who'd recommended him for this job. In fact, Mr. Karlsson had been spending a lot of time out of the store and Tim did wonder if there was a reason behind that. He forgot all that when there a sudden knock on his door one night. It had to be one of the sisters. He didn't know anyone else in the area. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of the younger one, April. Once again, she'd left no room for misunderstanding, wearing a short skirt and a very tight T-shirt. It was obvious that she was bra-less. There was no need to say anything. "I'm so horny for you," April blurted out before she was even through the door. "Horny for me or horny for a fuck?" he teased her with a grin. "Fuck me, Tim. I need it so bad." Tim almost tore her shirt off as he pulled her to the bedroom. Her juicy tits bounced as she walked and Tim knew his cock was already fully erect. April did not seem to require the usual niceties in order to agree to sex. He greedily sucked on her hard nipples and squeezed the soft, blue-veined orbs of the young woman. How could such an innocent seeming young woman not only carry such enormous tits but come to him practically naked? April was following Tim's lead, trying to get his clothes off as well. pretenses no pretense; she had wanted Tim's cock in her hand every hour of every day since they'd first had sex. "I love your big cock," she said with confidence as she began to stroke him.       It was important to remember what Tim had already taught her about touching a man's cock. She was desperate to do it right and moved her hand carefully along the shaft. His groans showed that she was a fast learner. And April allowed herself for the first time to study the ridges and veins that adorned her first specimen of the male appendage. April, only just twenty-one, had a lot of catching up to do. But she knew that the correct thing was to kneel in front of his cock; it felt so natural with a strong, handsome guy like Tim; and barely paused before resuming her joy of fellatio. Holding a man's erect cock between her lips was even better than she'd imagined. And the way Tim liked to thrust his hips, forcing himself further into her mouth, made the fun even more intense. Tim still could not believe his luck. Young April was on her knees sucking his cock and hungry for sex. He'd never had a girlfriend so eager. Perhaps only Summer could match her younger sister for lust. April's mouth fitted so well around his cock and he was proud that she thought it so magnificent. She was the chubbier sister but Tim did not mind that at all. Her huge tits were irresistible and he thought her just as pretty as he ran his hands though her blonde hair and indulged in fucking her sweet mouth. "Your turn," he said gently to April, keen to get her properly wet before he pumped his cock into her. "I shaved for you before I came over," she said with a shy grin. Tim would have enjoyed her soaking wet cunt anyway. But there was something extra hot about April preparing herself to be eaten. And this time she was even more relaxed and comfortable. The handsome guy's mouth felt even better on her intimate parts. April knew she was being noisy but she couldn't stop her cries as Tim caressed her clit, swirling and flicking his tongue, and explored her hot entrance. She'd never known that her body could produce such a string of orgasms. He'd driven her into a frenzy of lust. "Please fuck me, Tim. Please." April rolled onto her back as Tim put the condom on his cock. He knew she was wet and he knew she was hot for sex. It took only two thrusts to fully bury his shaft inside her hungry hole. "I love being fucked by you," she moaned to Tim as he began to move inside her. "I want to fuck you hard," he murmured and there was no objection from the sweet, young April. Missionary was not Tim's favorite position. Except that in the case of April it was the perfect way to watch her huge tits bounce and move as he began to fuck her hard and deep. A steady moan began from April as the handsome older guy began to ream her hole. April wan

Helping the Karlssons: Part 1.

HELPING THE KARLSSONS: PART 1. CHURCH-GOING SISTERS APPROACH THE NEW HELP AT THE SHOP. Based on a post by m jar 65 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/mjar65/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/HelpingTheKarlssons1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/HelpingTheKarlsons1.jpg] Mr. Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again. Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr. Karlsson took care of his customers. Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup tits and shapely, rounded ass. Mr. Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn't mind the attention of the male customers in the least. Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he'd become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr. Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt. Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr. Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife's behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom. Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she'd also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she'd seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words. The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister's. Her ass seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her DD-sized tits were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage. Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out. Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male. Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he'd been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job. He knew from the start that Mr. Karlsson was a conservative fellow; the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day. Tim wasn't interested in chasing after the boss's daughter; either of them; since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr. Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything. He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn't unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting; nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He'd assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father. Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention to the sisters. What he could never have guessed that Summer and April, despite trying so hard to be good girls for so long, were experiencing a deep lust for sex. Tim was the perfect opportunity. The day arrived when Summer had somehow gotten to the store after study without a car. Would Tim mind giving her a lift home? Tim was happy, especially since it would keep him in the boss' good books. What bothered him was that Summer kept wanting to touch his hand. She gave him that smile of hers and looked straight into his eyes. Tim knew enough to realize the danger. Surely it was a trap? Or a test? Mr. Karlsson was a strict man and he'd never accept Tim even thinking of messing around with his eldest daughter. But Summer was so sweet and she was giving out all the signals. Tim even wondered whether she'd undone one of the buttons on her dress before getting into the car. He got home with a boner and a sore head from trying to work out what Summer was up to. When the same thing happened the next week, Tim knew something was going on. This time Summer was touching him and brushing against him as they walked to his car. One hand wrapped around his arm as if she was testing his bicep. She had to know she was making him crazy. But Tim still was certain nothing could ever happen. he had no idea about how horny and sex-crazed a "nice" young woman could be. Because Summer was not like her mother in one important respect. Although a dedicated flirt, her mother had never done anything more than make men lust after her. She took her vows seriously. Her head was often filled with dreams of passionate love-making with other men, something more adventurous and fulfilling than her humdrum husband. The mother never took things any further. Summer, on the other hand, knew that she did not want to go through life like that; always wondering and never knowing. Despite promises of chastity (not least to her father) she had started to masturbate compulsively. And now handsome Tim had come into the store. She began to find excuses to help out whenever Tim was working. April Karlsson had an altogether different reaction to the flirting between her sister and Tim. She knew exactly what Summer was up to. It always happened like that; the older, more beautiful sister got the attention and the rewards. But April, too, was feeling the power of lust. Already she'd embraced the sin of masturbation. She needed more. The younger sister began to sulk and to be rude to Tim when they were in the store together. And that was happening more often. It was feeling like a competition between the two sisters. Tim could not help but notice the difference in behavior. After a week of that, Tim had almost had enough. He still needed the job and the money it gave him. But he was starting to think that the crazy behavior exhibited by the sisters was not worth it. He told himself nothing good would come from this; Summer was a prick tease and April was just a bitch. It came to a head when April found a reason to be in the store late done day. She demanded a lift home and Tim felt he had no choice. All the way to the car she sulked and then she muttered something under her breath. He'd had enough. "Jeez, April. Do you have to be a bitch all the time?" "Me? I'm not the bitch. My sister is the bitch. Oh, but you like her and not me. Don't you?" Tim tried to deny it. He didn't need the aggravation. But April wasn't about to let it go. "She's always smiling at you and talking to you. And you let her and you smile back. It’s always her the boys talk to and never me." "Jeez, April. I like you as well. But you can be pretty grumpy." "Summer is beautiful and I've never even had a boyfriend. It’s not fair," she came back, seemingly on the edge of tears. "I think plenty of boys like you. Just don't be so grumpy." "Summer is not a virgin," she said with anger. "You know that? She had sex with a guy last year. But Father doesn't know." "That's not really any of my business. Or yours." But April was determined. She was incredibly horny and fed-up with not being able to do the one thin g that would really relieve that. Imagining her sister with Tim, having sex, had made her feel even more desperate. Now she was prepared to throw caution to the wind. "I've got better tits than she does. Look."       Tim didn't want to look. He wanted to get out of this craziness. But if Tim had understood the power of the lust coursing through April he'd not have hesitated. They were sitting in his car and the young woman next to him was undoing her shirt to expose her juicy, bra-clad tits to him. "Don't you think mine are better," she asked with the confidence of knowing her tits were bigger and fuller than those of her sister. Tim tried not to look. It was all too crazy. He was going to quit the job and move back closer to home. But since April was such a bitch maybe he should take advantage of the situation? He was sure he'd never get anywhere with Summer. "And I like anal sex," she told Tim boldly. "Summer wouldn't let any boy touch her there." "If you are a virgin, then how do you know about anal sex? Or whether you like it?" "Because I want a man to have sex in there," she said with satisfaction. "And I have been practicing." Tim didn't usually discuss anal sex with virgins in his car. Nor did he usually grope them. But he turned again to April and suddenly she had lifter her shirt and her bra so that her juicy, firm E-cups were presented in all their glory. They were the biggest tits Tim had ever been that close to. "See how big they are? Go ahead and touch them," she begged him with excitement. "Am I the first guy you've ever shown your tits to?" "Yes," she said with heavy breaths. "I want you to touch them." The whole thing was too crazy. But April was a horny and perky young woman. Her tits were impressive, sitting high and firm and just there for the taking. And Tim was not above taking advantage, since he'd already decided to quit his job in the furniture store. "We shouldn't be doing this," he murmured. "Your dad is my boss." April didn't care. Her cunt was throbbing with need and she was determined to have Tim. He knew his cock was growing to its full seven inches. The fact he was the first to experience these beauties made the whole experience even more intense. Those huge orbs were soft and warm to his touch. And the nipples were thick and hard. He heard April sigh with pleasure. "Touch them like this?" he asked as he began to fondle the young woman's tits. "Is this what you wanted?" "Yes, anything," she gasped to him. "Do anything you want." Tim was relieved to hear that. He didn't regard himself as being overly experienced. Since April didn't know much of what to expect it took the pressure off him. He began to knead those big white tits and rub his thumbs over the fabulous, hard nipples making her breathe harder. "I want to have sex with you," she said, almost matter-of-factly. "Whoa, slow down," replied Tim, still cautious. It wasn't that he didn't want to taste those big E-cups or put her hand around his cock. But how did a girl like April just say that she wanted to have sex? Something in his head was telling him to be the mature person. Or maybe it was the sense of danger. "Not in a car. We don't have time anyway. Let's wait for next time." He was already thinking it was a good time to be resigning his job in the furniture store. The next night it was Summer who, once again, found a way to be at the store after closing and needed a lift home. Tim could already guess she'd flirt with him again. Surely the sisters weren't really serious? With their strict upbringing Tim was certain that as soon as he showed interest they'd run to their dad and he'd be in real trouble. April had shown her tits to him the previous night. They were great tits. But was that part of a plan to lure him into disaster? Quitting made the most sense; even if he needed the money. Summer was all over him again as they walked to his car. Happily it was dark outside and Tim felt confident that no-one would see them and somehow tell Mr. Karlsson. There was no doubting that Summer was keen. The way she touched him and rubbed his muscles made it seem like she was really after something. And it was making his cock harden. "You have a really nice body," she said brashly as they got into the car. "I'm sure lots of girls want to go to bed with you." "I play a lot of sport," explained Tim who also liked to workout. It sounded lame. Was he just humoring her? Was the trap about to close? Then Summer ran her hand up his thigh and placed it right over Tim's crotch. He jumped in response. Could that be part of the plan? Should he refuse now or try not to make her angry? Then her fingers cupped his bulge and she squeezed him gently. "What are you? I'm not sure we should be doing this." "I want to see your cock," she said with a naughty grin. Summer was quite certain of that. She'd seen two "in the flesh" already. But she had told herself that Tim would have a magnificent specimen. "That's not a good idea." He tried to caution. "Your Father wouldn't be happy." "Father's not here," Summer responded as she started to move her hand over Tim's growing erection. She had just enough experience to know how to make a man get hard for her; and to know what a delight it was to have an erect cock. Tim thought it time to confront Summer. He was still thinking that she wasn't really going to go through with it. "I thought you were a virgin. Have you ever seen a man's cock before?" "I've seen cocks before," she confidently, now working to undo Tim's trousers. Tim made note that Summer had not answered his question about her virginity. She sounded so confident. And she barely fumbled as she undid his trousers. Tim did not resist; why would he? He was going to resign his job at the end of the week. Would it be so bad to let Summer have her fun? "Oh, it’s beautiful," exclaimed Summer as she finally extracted Tim's hardening cock. "The first one looked scary. But yours is gorgeous." Tim tried not to blush but he felt his cock grow harder still. Or was that Summer's touch. She'd wrapped her hand around his shaft and started slowly stroking him. It was proof that Summer did, indeed, have some experience. "You've done this before, haven't you?" he breathed quietly. "Yours is number three," she said with obvious delight. "And you're the biggest. Don't worry. A boy showed me what to do." She was bent over him now, keenly observing his cock and enjoying him swelling in her hand. Summer's repressed upbringing had not stopped her dreaming about boys and sex and all manner of lewd behavior. She'd always known that she liked boys and their cocks. Looking at them, holding them, feeling their veins and the soft skin had felt like real freedom. She'd known that she wanted more and now she had Tim in her young hand. Tim had to admit that her inexperienced hand still felt good. He shrugged his pants down to expose himself more fully. Summer didn't object. Her gaze remained fixed on his cock as her hand worked up down the seven inches of his shaft. "Men like to cum don't they?" She was enjoying the warm hardness in her hand. "They always like it when I touch them and then they want to cum." "Yes," he breathed to her. "And sometimes we like to cum in a woman's mouth." She was being so outrageous and acting so confident that Tim no longer cared about the risks. He was more interested in pushing her buttons. "Have you had a cock in your mouth?" "A few times. I wanted to. But never cumming." "I'll cum for you if you want. But not tonight." Mr. Karlsson wouldn't like Summer getting home late and Tim didn't need an angry father in the picture. "Can I put it in my mouth? Please?" Summer barely waited for Tim's reply before she lowered her head and gently wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He couldn't see what she was doing since her long blonde hair blocked his view. But he felt his cock pulse in her mouth. Summer didn't have the experience to match her enthusiasm. So Tim softly pressed on the back of her head, encouraging her to take more. "It’s better if you go deeper," he instructed her as her tongue tried to swirl around his meat. "And then you move up and down like with your hand," he coached her, noticing how she followed without protest. He couldn't believe he was teaching Mr. Karlsson's daughter to perform fellatio. But Summer enjoyed the lesson as she wrapped her lips tight while Tim moved her head up and down. Her mouth felt pretty good and suddenly he was keenly interested in the idea of shooting his load into the mouth of this pretty daughter of his uptight boss. "That feels so good," he moaned to Summer. "You're learning fast. But we'd better stop now."       To his surprise she was not at all disappointed. She sat back on her side of the car with a huge grin. It was the face of triumph; all her flirting had worked and her female charms had convinced a man to show his cock. Her cunt was throbbing but Summer was willing to make these things last. "I loved doing that. Let’s do it again next time." That night Tim had a nice, long wank as he thought about the "next time" with Summer Karlsson. He imagined blasting a load all over that pretty face. Would she be up for that? Tim could guess that he'd be her first. And he thought about April and what naughty action she was dreaming of. One thing was sure; Tim would hold off his resignation for at least one more week. The following week it was April who stayed at the store late while Tim finished some paperwork. They'd had a good weekend. Summer had natural talent for sales; just as she did for flirting. It had been fun to watch the eldest daughter smile and fawn over the male customers. Even if some of the wives got pissed off, at least Tim had a break. But now it was April and her huge tits that were on his mind as he shut down the computer. How was it that they managed to always be alone with him at the end of the day? "We take turns doing the chores," she explained gruffly. "We help Father in the store but one of us has to be at home to help with the evening meal and stuff." Tim could not have failed to notice that April, again, was in a bad mood with him that day. He'd been hoping for another play with those big E-cups. Finally he'd had enough and challenged her on being so pissy. "You had sex with Summer. Didn't you? Last week." Tim denied that flat out; which was true. That didn't mollify April. "Why do you like her so much? Why don't you want you to do it with me?" Tim was well aware that April was trying to manipulate him. Though it wasn't so hard when she was apparently so eager to have sex, with him. If only Tim could know what was on April's mind and the lustful daydreaming she'd been engaging in. "I've been thinking about you a lot," he said with a smile. That seemed to banish the pout from April's face. She began to run her hands over her dress, especially her bust. She was inexperienced but she knew that her tits gave her a power over men. She was horn

The Gullible Neighbor: Part 2.

THE GULLIBLE NEIGHBOR: PART 2. BEING A STUDY PARTNER WITH AN INNOCENT BUSTY GODDESS. Based on a post by Magnus Bane Ragnor [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MagnusBaneRagnor/works/stories]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheGullibleNeighbor2.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheGullibleNeighbor2.jpg] "Eh, Jim?" "Yes, Emma." "I am so excited to study these techniques! Your mouth therapy did so much to improve my tense muscle constrictions. But I think your swelling is acting up again." said Emma, pointing at his crotch. Jim, still embarrassed by it, quickly tried to cover it up with his hands. "Oh, it's nothing." said Jim assuring her. "How is it nothing? Look, it is swelling like a balloon, I think it is getting worse! Why don't you remove your shorts and let me have a look." instructed Emma. Jim wasn't going to say 'no' to a woman like Emma, requesting to see his cock. He stood up, and in one motion removed his jogging shorts. His cock stood erect straight forward as a diving board bouncing up and down. "Oh my, it looks worse than the last time, look how the head is all swollen purple." said Emma pitifully. Jim could only grunt in an affirmative manner, nodding his head. "Here, let me massage it; like the last time. Sit here and let me help you out." Emma took hold of his stiff cock and with a thumb on his shaft and fingers underneath. She massaged in a circular motion with her thumb, from the base of his cock to the top. Lucky for Jim, he spent the whole last day whacking off to his vivid images of Emma, and not just doing research. He wasn't going to come anytime soon, even when he was so worked up. Emma kept at it for several minutes; changing hands when she got tired. But to her annoyance, it wasn't going down. "Maybe, you should try the cupping method." suggested Jim. "Right! That ought to do the trick." said Emma, enthusiastically. With that, Emma went on her knees on the floor scooted up close. She put her face along side his rod, and opened wide. She took him in from the side and started sucking on the shaft of Jim's cock, moving up and down, playing him like a harmonica. Jim couldn't say anything except incoherent words in the form of moans. Jim always kept his groin clean and shaved, so his balls weren't hidden under a layer of hair. Emma, noticing Jim's balls; gradually followed suit and started sucking on each of them, alternatively. Now it was Jim's turn to be bucking with each suck. Emma diligently continued sucking his balls. "Try; uh; suck; uh; ing; uh the; uh; he; uh; head;" managed Jim. Emma quickly moved up the cock, taking in the head and sucking on it, Jim put his hands on her head and slowly nudged her down, Emma, taking the cue; went deep, engulfing his whole cock. How Emma was able to do that without gagging, was something that didn't cross Jim's mind, because within seconds he was too busy shooting his jizz down Emma's throat. A spent Jim laid on the sofa, Emma wiped her mouth and slowly got up, smiling delightfully. Finally she pulled up another chair. Then, sitting down on his side hugging him, she was still naked, her tits squishing on his arm and chest. "Oh look it finally went down, does it hurt less now." asked Emma. Jim, who was still in a trance of his orgasm. "Huh? Un, oh yeah, thanks Emma, I feel a lot better now." "You don't have to thank me, silly, It was my mistake. And even after that, you helped me out with this health class. You're the best." Jim managed a smile and just nodded. After a while they both dressed up and Jim took leave, Emma noticed as soon as Jim left, that he left his folder, she thought to return it back instantly, but decided she might have a look at it, and read up on what is next; to be better prepared tomorrow. Several of the print-outs used words like 'yoga,' and 'tantric.' The back pages started talking about release of energy and the power of touch, massage, and release of mind and body. The diagrams make reference to 'erogena' and 'erogenous'. Emma knew that the key to this method of healthier living involves proper training of some key areas of her body. Her childhood modesty had prevented any healthy development in this aspect. In fact, she had to overcome significant shame, in order to advance her training. Emma decided she could trust Jim, and would fully commit to this regimen. TAKING IT TO ANOTHER LEVEL. At 8am The next morning, Jim opened the newly arrived box, he has recently placed an overnight order on Amazon for his gullible neighbor. Hoping this will make her go all the way. It was slightly expensive for something as mundane as it was, but The Loop wellness website, by Pwyneth Galtrow; sure likes ripping people off. Later that morning, Jim made sure he was the initiating one, going to Emma. He didn't want her to think he was losing his enthusiasm to teach her. Jim arrived at Emma's house at 9am, hoping to catch her early enough in the day. He rang the doorbell. Emma opened the door wearing a tank top, which barely encased her bra-less boobs, and a short loose skirt which didn't cover anything beyond her crotch. Jim was wearing his usual jogging shorts and a white t-shirt, and left the underwear home because he knew it was always rewarding for him. "Hi! Jim. Are we starting the session now?" "Hi Emma! Yeah, I was hoping we could start. I didn't want to be a late-ass like the other day." "Oh! Don't bother about it Jim. After how much you have helped me, I have got to say; I slept a lot better last night. It might be your cupping techniques." "Er; Thanks Emma, and I am always happy to help anyone who wants help leading a healthier life, Shall we get started then?" "Yeah sure, come right in, what's in the box though?" "Oh! this, I got something to help with our lessons today." "My my, Jim. That's very considerate of you, Remind me of however I can repay you." 'Considering what we are doing, I should pay you.' thought Jim. "Never mind paying me back, it's lovely to help you out." said Jim. "Oh, you're such a gem, Jim." exclaimed Emma. ADVANCE TANTRA. Jim placed the box on the table and proceeded to open it, inside it were a multitude of bottles and other boxes, but what he was looking for, was a small silk pouch. As soon as he found the pouch, he pocketed it and turned to face Emma. "We will start off with the basic exercises first, to get your muscles going and warm up a little." said Jim. "Okay, what should I do first?" asked Emma. "We can start off with squats, or push ups? Whatever you like." said Jim. With that Emma nodded her head, and assumed the standard position for squats, arms outstretched forward, legs a little apart, and down she went. Jim admired her tight ass, he casually placed his hands on her sides and made her jutting out towards him, "Yeah, that's right, that's the perfect position." encouraged Jim. Emma did 30 reps of squats. "Now you can stop." Jim said. Emma stopped squatting, Jim started poking her ass, "Hmm; that's right; Going good; I see your posterior has become toned even with such little work. We can make great progress if we keep at it." said Jim. "That's wonderful." cheered Emma, "What should we do next?" "We should move on to some push ups." "Um; I am not very good at it, Jim." "No problem, I will help you." said Jim. With that Emma assumed the position and started doing some push-ups. Sure enough after 4 push-ups, Emma was showing signs of struggle, "Here, let me help you." said Jim. Jim straddled Emma, his legs on either side of her, his crotch inches away from her ass, He took hold of Emma's torso, directly below her tits and pulled her just a little to offer support. Every time Emma went down, Jim's hand moved a bit up over her big bust. After 4 more, he was pulling Emma up by her tits, he was sure to cop a squeeze out of them now and then. He could feel Emma's nipples poking directly on his palms. "Okay, that's enough, you can get up now." said Jim. Emma's tank top has been stretched, thanks to Jim's help, and lowered, exposing a deep cleavage, Emma hardly noticed it, still huffing and puffing from the push-ups. Jim proceeded to poke Emma's chest just like he did to her ass to "assess" the progress. Since, the push-ups were a little too intense, Emma's chest had actually become taut, the muscles had tightened up, and when Jim poked them, it hurt Emma. "Ouch!?" "What happened?" said a concerned Jim. "It hurts when you poke like that, it didn't happen when you did to my um; posterior, but it is happening here." "Oh that's nothing, it just means your muscles are all worked up to the maximum, that's what we want, but we should also work on the recovery process." "And how are we going to do that?" "With this." said Jim, moving towards the box on the table and taking out a bottle. "Oh, what is this?" inquired Emma. "This is an essential oils bottle, there are many extracts of various plants squeezed right into one to give you the ultimate benefits." explained Jim. "That sounds nice, but how is this going to help me." asked Emma. "I am going to massage this on your body, that's how it is going to help you recover." "Right! Silly me." said Emma. "Okay, let me apply some on your chest then." "Sure go ahead." said Emma. Jim took a few drops of the oil, and started massaging Emma's chest in circular motion, slowly moving outwards, then his hands went up towards her throat, and down to her cleavage, he started massaging her chest in a V Formation, moving towards the tank top, as soon as he reached near them, Jim said, "Emma, I am not able to massage your whole chest and the tank top is in the way and I don't want the oil to mess it up." "Oh, no problem Jim. Here, let me remove it." said Emma, Emma flipped her tank pulling from the waistline, over her head, she wasn't wearing any brassiere, and her tits were out in the open, now she was just in a skin tight short standing in front of Jim, Jim was still in a trance even after feasting on the same tits less than 2 days ago. The magnificent nature of Emma's tits haven't dulled one bit. "Right;, Um! Let's continue with the massage." Jim managed. Jim took some more oil and started massaging freely over the redhead's tits, with the tank top gone, he had a free reign, he palmed both her tits and massaged them to his hearts content, occasionally flipping the nipples or twisting them, Emma was visibly worked up over this, her face was all red, and she was heaving loudly. Jim had to reluctantly move away his hands to proceed to the next exercise. "That's it Emma, feel any better?" "I feel great Jim, thanks for that." "Oh, don't thank me yet, we aren't done yet, we should move on to working your abdominals, some crunches might do." said Jim. Emma laid down on the floor, placing her fingers on the sides of her temple, she started doing crunches, her boobs flailing, and smashing each other whenever she comes up and spilling to her sides as she went down, Jim let this continue on for about 2 min, when he could see Emma visibly struggling to do any more crunches, he said; "That will do for now. Do your abdominals hurt the same way as your chest?" "Uh huh, they do, even more so, I guess." complained Emma. "That's nothing to worry about, as I told you before; it is your body responding to the exercise." assured Jim. "Oh, okay Jim, are we going to use the oil on my gut, too?" questioned Emma. "Yeah, we are going too do that." With that Jim knelt down near Emma's abdomen, and took a few drops in his hands. As he was about to massage her, he noticed that the shorts she was wearing were high above her belly button. "Er, Emma, I won't be able to apply oil on your abs when your short are in the way." said Jim. "Oh, so silly of me, I completely forgot." said Emma. She put her thumbs in the elastic waistband of the shorts and lifting her hips off the ground, gave the shorts a few good folds. The raised hips were close to Jim's chin and he could notice the few crimson pubic hairs that he had munched on, just the other day. Despite that, all of this was having an obvious effect on him, making him hard as a rock. He snapped out of his trance when Emma lowered her hips. "Um, okay, that will do. Let me get on with the massage now." said Jim. Jim rubbed her tummy and navel in a to and fro motion, alternately from both hands, his right hand close to Emma's tit, giving it a light jiggle every time he went up or down. Then after a while, he changed his technique from to and fro; to the circular motion with his right hand in anticlockwise direction, now definitely hitting Emma's tits, making them flail a lot more than before, Jim couldn't keep this up for long, because his plans entailed a lot more than just massaging and coping a feel of her tits. "Okay, that completes our phase for this body part we can move on to the next phase, we will do lunges now." said Jim. Emma started with the on the spot lunges, one leg at a time, Jim was waiting for the exact moment, if he was correct, it would happen in a minute. And sure enough, as soon as Emma went on her right leg, she couldn't get up. It was as if Emma's leg didn't have anymore strength to pull her up. That was what Jim was waiting for. By letting her do squats first, Jim had strained her thighs. Now lunges strained her glutes and hamstrings. There was no way she could exercise her legs anymore. "Jim? I am stuck here! It feels like my legs don't have any strength anymore." panicked Emma. "Not to worry, Emma, try bending forward and using your hands to lay on your belly, I'll massage your legs to make you feel better." said Jim. With Emma lying, Jim moved forward and quickly pulled her shorts down and off her legs. He could see that Emma wasn't wearing any underwear either. Probably the lesson from yesterday had a deeper impact on her than he thought. He took some more oil and started massaging her ass. Opening her crack, he poured a few drops on her puckered hole as well, and closed it, He was just testing his waters, Emma didn't even flinch to it. She seemed like she was enjoying it. After her ass, Jim moved to her hamstrings, and started massaging them, he was careful to not touch her cunt this time, for the next phase. "That should take care of the pain, now stand and tell me how you feel." said Jim. Emma stood up. Buck naked, but now so comfortable in Jim's company, that she was unaware of her complete exposure. "It feels amazing, and that was some serious magical oil! One moment I am not even able to do anything, and now it is like it never happened. You're seriously amazing, Jim." said Emma. Emma hugged Jim in delight, squishing her tits in his chest, Jim could hold his excitement, but his cock was straining in his shorts, it was lucky that Emma didn't notice it, Jim reluctantly let go of Emma. "Oh fuck, I am so sorry Jim, I didn't mean for this to happen, I completely forgot." Emma said, pointing at his shirt. Jim looked down to see his shirt were stained with oil, and they were stained in the shape of Emma's tits. "Oh don't worry about it, you didn't mean to do that, I'll just remove it." said Jim removing his white T-shirt, leaving Jim in just his shorts. STONES OF STRESS. "The next phase is a little tricky, and you might have never done it; but bear with me and you'll be benefited greatly.” Saying this, Jim took out a small string pouch from his pocket and green stone, the stone had a hole in it and had a long egg like shape, more vertically long than horizontally. "What is that, Jim? Looks like a stone." asked Emma. "The green stone is a jade egg, and the pouch has small crystals that act as weights, and have some energy that helps the body, we use the string on the pouch and tie it through this hole in the jade egg, this is used for specific exercises for pelvic muscles and develop core strength." explained Jim. "Okay, so which body part does it train, and how can I use it?" asked Emma. "Very well. Sit on this chair will you? And then I will demonstrate." instructed Jim. Emma sat down on the chair facing him, Jim knelt in front of Emma and parted her legs. He pointed the jade egg towards her labia and said. "We use the jade egg and push it inside your vagina. The pouch string is attached to the stone through this hole, here. You have to keep the jade egg inside while doing squats. This helps build your core strength and train your pelvic muscles. When it becomes easier, we add more crystals in the pouch to increase the weight." explained Jim. "That sounds insane! But I feel like it makes a lot of sense, since it involves lifting a little weight to train the muscles, I'll try it out." said Emma. "Great! Let me put in the jade egg inside you, and then we can move forward." said Jim. Emma slid her ass to the edge of the chair, slouching back. Jim parted her lips with his index finger and thumb of his left hand, he could clearly see the wet pink pussy of her. It was mesmerizing, the musky smell was immediately in his nostrils. He placed the jade egg on the entrance, making Emma flinch a little because of the cold stone. He slowly pushed the egg inside, Emma's cunt was wet but not wet enough for the stone to go inside, Jim tried a few times to no avail, then he took the bottle of oil, and coated the jade egg with it, then he dropped a liberal amount of oil on her vagina too; and used his fingers to massage over it, occasionally using one finger to get oil inside her. After a few minutes of this, he was finally able to freely move his finger inside her and back out. He tried with the jade egg and sure enough, it went straight in, part of the reason was, Emma actually getting all worked up with Jim's fingering on her pussy. Her face was all red and she was breathing heavily. Now with the jade egg inside her, Jim removed all but one crystal from the pouch. "Okay, now you can stand up and try to squat without dropping the jade egg out of your vagina." said Jim. Standing up, Emma tried to tighten her ass and cunt, so as to avoid slipping the jade egg from her pussy, she tried squatting very slowly, because each moment she moved, she felt like the jade egg was slipping away. She was on her 5th squat when Jim said. "Okay, now I'll add another crystal to the pouch." Adding a little stone to the pouch might not seem much, but Emma was already showing signs of struggle, her pelvic muscles were cramping up a little, she somehow managed to do 3 more with the added weight. When Jim added another crystal without warning, it resulted in a squeal from Emma. "Jim, I don't think I can do it anymore." pleaded Emma. "Don't give up now, Emma, you're so close, just one more, okay?" encouraged Jim. Emma was able to do 2 more but at the 3rd squat, she just fell to her knees. "Are you okay, Emma?" "Ow ow ow ow ow ow; it feels like a stabbing pain in my vagina, it feels like it is contracting inside me, folding on itself." cried Emma. "Okay, let me help you up to the sofa and we'll see what we can do to ease up the pain." said Jim. Jim reached around from behind Emma's back, and grabbed under her two big tits, then hefted her up enough to pull her torso over, onto the sofa.hoisted Emma by the shoulder and almost dragged her to the sofa. "Let me take a look at your vagina." said Jim. Emma, spread eagle on the sofa, with the pouch hanging from her vagina with a cord. Jim slowly pulled the string, to take out the jade egg from her vagina; but it only resulted in a scream from Emma. "Okay, let me massage the area around it first, with the oil; so that it relaxes up a bit. And then I can take out the jade egg." announced Jim. <

The Gullible Neighbor: Part 1.

THE GULLIBLE NEIGHBOR: PART 1. A DAMSEL'S GULLIBILITY, IN THE BIG CITY. Based on a post by Magnus Bane Ragnor [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MagnusBaneRagnor/works/stories]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheGullibleNeighbor1.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheGullibleNeighbor1.jpg] It was a lazy day for Jim, He was enjoying his summer break all alone at home when his parents were away to celebrate their 25th anniversary, in Hawaii. His senior year at college would include interning at a major engineering firm. Then he expected to have his pick of the companies who'd been impressed by his 3.9 GPA at the university. But Jim was in deep need of a break. His high grades came at a high price. It left him with a very meager social world, and a non-existent dating life. He couldn't believe is luck, which seems to have jumped outside the window. Every single one of his friends has ditched him on their plan to travel to Maldives. Jim was now stuck in his parents home on a June Saturday morning. It seems he had nothing to do but count the days, as they passed. "Great! Now I might as well go for a jog, thought Jim, to break his monotonous routine of eat, game console, fap, and sleep." Jim's parents lived in a 4-story urban apartment complex, it wasn't like a usual complex, with hundreds of small crappy rooms. The builder had put in a lot of work, and being in a relatively posh area, each floor acted as a single apartment. That means there are only 4 units in that building. GETTING EXERCISE. Jim hopped in the elevator and pressed the Lobby button. The doors slid closed and the elevator descended downward. Jim, barely knows anyone else, as it's his 1st time visiting his parents after they settled here. The sliding doors opened very soon, at the lobby. But more importantly, it opened to the most jaw-dropping scene Jim could ever believe. There, right in front of him, was the backside of a seated goddess. She was bent away, apparently tying her shoe. But it accentuated the most gloriously packaged ass; in tight, high-cut denim shorts; he has ever laid his eyes on. Jim was dumbfounded, he couldn't get a word out of him, he just stared. Soon enough, the woman stood up, holding a box, and turned to face him. He shook out of his brief moment of petrification. He looked up and saw a young woman of about his age, with red hair, tied in pigtails. She was wearing a neon green tank top which was barely able to encase a gorgeous pair of tits that were literally placed on the box she was holding. "Hi, are you new to the building? I haven't seen you before," asked the young woman. Jim took a second to get his voice back. "Hi, yeah; My parents live on the 4th floor, I came here for the summer break." "Oh! That's great! My name is Emma, I live on the 2nd floor, I moved in here for college, my grandparents got this place for me. I am just moving in, This is the last of my boxes I am bringing up." "Lovely. My name is Jim. Here, let me help you," With that Jim extended his arm to take the box from Emma, she gladly handed him the box and took the last of the boxes from the floor, giving Jim another view of that awesome ass. When Jim asked about her roommates, Emma said she didn't have any, nor had she even considered the idea. “The 3 bedroom, 3 bath flat is very large,” Emma acknowledged; “but so is the big trustfund my deceased parents left me.” Emma said with a content peaceful countenance. Reaching the 2nd floor, Emma stepped out, into to the corner foyer. Big windows filled two walls of the ten foot by fourteen foot foyer. The elevator and stairway door spanned a third wall and the apartment door spanned the forth wall. The morning sun was casting a big trapezoid sunlight glow on the marble floor, where Emma put down the box; to fish the keys out of her apartment. Jim was obviously affected by the visual stimulus, and his cock started getting hard, he feared embarrassment as he was wearing short and it did little to conceal a hard-on. Emma said she's going to be a college freshman. She was enrolled at the same private university Jim has been studying at for 3 years. As she unlocked the big oak door and held it for Jim to bring in the box he was carrying. Emma was behind him, carrying the smaller box she'd set down in the entry. Emma placed the box in a corner with a few boxes, and Jim followed suit. “Thank you for the help, neighbor.” Emma smiled. “Please have a seat. I'd really like to ask a bazillion questions about the college, the professors, the neighborhood, and stuff. Can you sit for a bit?” Emma presented him with a chair, Jim sat, taking extra caution to hide his erection. "So Jim, would you like a drink or something?" "Yeah, whatever you have, I don't have a particular choice." "Okay, be back in a minute." Emma returned with 2 bottles of beer, “They're probably still a bit on the warm side. I just put them in the fridge an hour ago.” As she was handing one to Jim, he held it firmly while she twisted the cap off. The beer had been jostled too much during the move, and shot out a geyser of foam which landed directly on his lap, spilling beer everywhere. "Ah! I am so sorry Jim, wait a second, don't move, I'll get something to clean this up." Emma returned with a roll of paper towels, and got on her knees, then started cleaning up Jim's shorts, rubbing up and down, in all directions, over his thighs and crotch, oblivious to Emma, Jim had the most amazing view of her swaying tits from his angle, and a generous of her cleavage was on display, as she leaned forward to clean. All the rubbing on his groin, and tit jiggling on display; had the usual effect on Jim. Predictably, his cock began to rise, he willed everything to stop it from happening but it was inevitable with all that was going on. Suddenly, Emma stopped rubbing and looked directly at his crotch with a puzzled look, he thought he was done for, and was thinking of a possible apology. MEDICAL CONCERNS. "Um, Jim I think you have a big bump on your leg;" "Ah, well Emma I am; ah, really sorry;" "I think you got bruised badly, when the bottle hit you." "Wait, What!" "Yeah," Emma said nodding her head, "it looks like the area is swelling up! You might be hemorrhaging, Jim! Blood is pooling up right here.” "Oh; okay, yeah I guess;" Jim was a little confused, "was she really that naive, or just plain dumb?" He thought. "I think I should take a look at it, to make sure it isn't something serious." Jim couldn't believe his ears. He sat there, petrified; couldn't move an inch, fearing he was being setup for a joke. He scanned the room for surveillance cameras. "Come on Jim, stand up" Jim barely knew what to do. He stood up. Then, as soon as he did, Emma grabbed hold the waist band of his nylon jogging shorts and yanked it down. Jim's cock sprang up in place, then bounced a bit, and barely missed hitting Emma's face. Emma; startled by it; was taken aback. "Um Jim, what is that?" 'You've got to be kidding me' thought Jim. How can a fully grown woman not know what a cock is? This is bad dream, or I am on one of those prank shows, oh my!' Jim dreaded. "Emma, Um; are you; serious? You don't know, what this is? Haven't your parents talked about it with you?" "My grandparents raised me after my parents died in a plane crash, when I was 5. But as I got older, my grandparents did, too. We lived on a remote lake in northern Manitoba, near Hudson Bay. My grandparents hired a retired nun to be my nanny, Because they were getting so old. I was home schooled by Sister Nancy." Jim figured the cause of this naive knowledge. He thought he could easily get out of this one if he played his cards right. "Okay, well this is a; the scientific name is penis. All male bodies have it, as opposed to female bodies. We pee from this. We usually refer to it as a cock." Emma giggled a bit, "You pee from that? And is this penis always this big and swollen like this?" Now, Jim was not like hugely hung dudes, he had an average erect cock of 6 inches. Maybe more, if he was really aroused. But it probably startled Emma to be looking at it for the 1st time. "Er; No, it isn't normally this swollen, it's aroused" "Oh! It happened because of me. I dropped the beer bottle on it and it got hurt, and now it is swollen, I'm really sorry Jim. I ought to be more careful." Jim didn't feel the need to correct Emma, or he couldn't because as soon as he was going to say something Emma lightly took a hold of his cock and started massaging it. "Eh, Emma what are you doing?" "I am trying to make the swelling go down by massaging it. It is what I always do when I have a bump or bruise." Some say ice is better, but I've always felt rubbing helps relieve pressure. Do you think I'm helping relieve pressure, Jim?” Jim wasn't going to question her, he wasn't even going to stop her. Why would he? Here was this gorgeous woman, gladly willing to give him a hand job Never mind the fact she doesn't know it is a hand job. Best. Day. Ever. SKINCARE. Soon, Jim felt what was coming, and he didn't know what possible explanation he was going to give to her about this, after a couple more strokes, Jim's cock twitched, and started spraying hot gushing liquid all over Emma's face, Jim was ignorantly pumped a couple times and eventually he his spurts diminished both volume and velocity. He fell back into the chair, leaving a disorientated and confused Emma on her knees. "What the hell! What is this? Oh god; this is so sticky, and has an earthy, pungent smell." "Oh, it's just the detox release of the testicles," lied Jim for the first time, playing on the gullibility of Emma. "Huh?" Emma gave me a blank expression of complete confusion and dismay. The jizz, dripping from her nose and chin, was so erotic. I want ed to take a photo for um; personal use. "Once in a while, males have to release this pressure of excess liquid from their bodies, when it accumulates too much. Oh, don't worry; it isn't poisonous or harmful, once it gets out of the body. On the contrary, it is said to be very beneficial for women's complexion. Some studies even say they help women get wrinkle free skin. You can even eat it." "Really?" Exclaimed Emma. "Yes, you can try it out." There was no reason for Emma to believe Jim would be lying to her. With that, Emma began rubbing Jim's cum all over her face, and when she was done, she licked her finger to taste the cum. "He he he, tastes salty;" "Yeah, don't forget to wash your face once it dries up." "Oh okay; Hey look, your swelling has gone done, see my massage really worked, not only for me. He he he" Jim smiled, and pulled his pants up. “Emma, thank you so much for the kind hospitality, and helping me through that swelling. I hope to visit you again,” Emma literally glowed, from both her warm smile, enthusiastic countenance, and glistening glaze of cum. His cum. he took his leave from Emma and ran two flights of stairs, to his home. What more will follow in this fucked up incident? WHEN PSEUDOSCIENCE ACTUALLY WORKS. Jim woke up in the same incredulous state of mind that he was ruminating yesterday afternoon and evening. He still couldn't believe what happened on the 2nd floor, yesterday. Everything happened so fast that he couldn't make any sense of it, or believe that it was real. He received a hand job from a gorgeous woman within 10 minutes of meeting her, and what astonished him the most was the fact that she doesn't know she did any such thing, Jim was in deep thought, "how could anyone be so dumb?" Then his mind ventured to the natural progression; "Is this the absolute limit of gullibility, or can I push it?" Jim contemplated. Jim was jolted back from his thoughts by the door bell, he got to the door and opened it, only to find Emma standing there in a pink tank top and black skirt. A moment of dread filled his heart, 'Fuck! She might have realized what I did, now I am done for.' "Hi! Jim." greeted Emma. Jim could only nervously smile. He finally uttered; “Hello, Emma!” and subconsciously invited her in. "So, everything settled?" asked Jim. "Oh yeah. The apartment is all setup, but I wanted to ask you something." added Emma. "Sure, ask away." said a nervous Jim. "Okay, I was searching through some websites yesterday, after I bruised you, and I found some sources that affirm what you said." with that Emma held up her phone. Jim took the phone and read what was a shady unreliable website with the same thing he said, he took a seminar on something called pseudoscience and the dangers of misinformation, Jim knew this was fake science, websites only do this gain clicks, but decided to keep his mouth shut. Handing Emma her phone back, Jim said, "Well, can't argue with science, can we?" "I totally agree, that's why I came to you. You seem to know a lot about this stuff, I'm so careful about big pharma's scare tactics, and the horribly bad stuff they put in our foods. I was wondering if you could teach me how to live a much healthier life, I mean, it's not like I don't take care of my health, but we can always improve, and your ' facial treatment stuff' really helped my skin, too." Jim couldn't believe it! All the while he was thinking to do something about the situation, a wonderful opportunity fell right in his lap. "I guess I could help you; and yes I do know a lot about this stuff, I am studying science after all." "Great!" excitedly, Emma did a little jump, her boobs nearly fell out in the process. "When should we start?" asked Emma to Jim, who was mesmerized by her boobs. "Uh! Oh yeah, we should start tomorrow, I'll form a routine for you and we can go over that tomorrow." said Jim snapping back to reality. "Oh, thank you so much, Jim." with that Emma hugged Jim squishing her boobs into him. "Oh no, thank you; Emma." Jim grinned. All night Jim went over hundreds of pseudo-scientific pages ,looking over "studies," "facts," and "science;" to help her, and himself. By early Monday morning, Jim had enough material. He decided to take a rest before he would start his "health class". Jim woke up to a constant ringing of the door bell, he hurried up and went to the door, and found an annoyed Emma standing there, with an annoyed look about her. She was in skin tight black yoga pants, and red V Neck T-Shirt showing a little cleavage. Before Emma could blow off her steam on Jim, he started. "I am sorry Emma. I had to stay up all night looking up studies for you. I guess I might have overslept." This put Emma in an awkward position, she quickly recomposed herself and sounded as though she was never mad at him. "It's okay, Jim, you're already doing me a favor by helping me in this, why don't I come back later, then we can start." Jim quickly added; "Oh no, it's okay, why don't we start now, we can go back at your apartment and do the class there." "Okay!" said Emma gleefully. "Let me just grab my folder of the research." said Jim. Jim wasn't going to make it sound like he wasn't serious about it, he wanted Emma to trust her, and what person wouldn't trust someone who has all the graphs and data with him. All the way to Emma's apartment, Jim stayed a step back from her, admiring her sweet ass, that was tightly encased in those yoga pants, tracing the outline of her panties with his eyes. Emma's apartment was fully setup now, Emma might be gullible but she wasn't a slacker, her stuff looked expensive, definitely someone with money, and was tastefully placed, Jim was actually impressed by that. "Do you like?" asked Emma. "Looks absolutely fantastic." exclaimed Jim Emma's face lit up with that appreciation. Bringing his attention back to the main task, Jim said. "Okay, we will start off with basic stuff and move on to more advanced level as we go." Emma seemed to agree with that. "First off we can start off with basic stretching, why don't you try bending at your waist and try to touch your toes." Emma turned around and did that, her ass forming a perfect heart shape, Jim almost fainted from such perfection. "Now, hold the position while I make sure you aren't doing it wrong." With that, Jim went forward and "inspected" her pose, he kept both his hands on Emma's ass while his groin inches away, he wanted to dry hump so bad, but he calmed himself, "all in good time" thought Jim. He moved forward and poked a bit on her back with his fingers, making it sound like he was assessing something, with lots of "hmm" and "Okay." "Okay, you can get back up." said Jim. "Did I do good?" asked Emma. "Yeah, you did, but I seem to notice something, there is some sort of tightness in the muscles of your posterior and back." Emma blushed a little with the mention of her posterior, but said. "What is it?" "Well, it means you're wearing some sort of restricting clothing that causing the blood vessels to constrict, that's what tightening your muscles, your muscles need adequate blood flow to function properly." "Okay, so what should I do then, to improve the blood flow?" inquired Emma. "I have read a study which states that undergarments can cause such restrictions, you'll be better off without them." said Jim with a straight face. Emma looked a little taken aback, there was doubt and a little embarrassment on her face, to ease her up, Jim showed her the study on his folder. "Okay Emma if you don't believe what I just said you can read it here." handing her the folder." Emma read through the study and sure enough there it was, Jim was covered in his claims by the dubious 'study' posted at a very dubious blog. Now for the final hit. "But it's okay, if you don't trust me, we can move on to something else." That was a blow to Emma, she quickly replied. "No, it's okay, it was so uncool of me to doubt you, when you're trying to help me so much, I'll be back in a minute." With that, Emma dashed into an adjacent room. After about 5 minutes she emerged, there nothing and everything different about her at the same time. Jim could see her round boobs bouncing with each step, a little outline of her nipples was visible, not too hard but you can instantly tell there was only one item of clothing between you and the goods. "Okay, let us move on to the next step." Jim said, faking disinterest, which seemed to assure Emma a little that nothing was amiss. "Guide me, sensei." joked Emma. "Since we just solved the restricting clothing problem, for our next step we can try a light massage, why don't you lay down on the sofa and we will start the massage with your back." Emma quickly complied. Jim moved near her legs, the sofa was long enough to leave a lot of space around her legs, so Jim slowly straddled her thighs but still keeping a distance from her. He moved forward and started massaging her shoulders, he was directly on top of her, just maintaining a safe distance with the help of his knees. He moved lower, massaging with his thumbs along her spine and his palms outstretched over the rest of her back like wings, her boobs were squished against the sofa and spilling on the sides, he was lightly grazing, taking a little feel of her boobs with his fingers. Reaching her lower back where her T-shirt and yoga pants met, there was a thin gap of exposed skin, he slowly moved downward and massaging up, exposing more and more with each rub. When half of her lower back was exposed Jim moved over to her ass, he put his palm directly on both her ass cheeks and starte

The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm

THE FLU: A PANDEMIC ESCAPE ON A SEX FARM LUSTY YOUNG IMMIGRANTS ESCAPE GLOBAL PLAGUE ON A WISCONSIN FARM. By MVP6 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MVP6/works].  Listen to the  [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/APandemicEscapeOnASexFarm.mp3]► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/APandemicEscapeOnASexFarm.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/APandemicEscapeOnASexFarm.jpg] Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams. Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks. They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning. That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French/English phrase book. Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets, which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning. Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class, but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their, as yet, unconsummated marriage. Alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together. Their plan being to first establish financial security, and only then to have children. When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they wouldn't have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm - let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon. She had no cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride. But she was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right words for "deflowering." By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using his recently purchased English/Russian phrasebook, what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat. He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace, but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy, he imagined that 'weeding the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible. He had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze the watercress,' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risque words at all had been in his phrasebook, or if either of them owned a Russian/French phrasebook. Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, and never let go until he carried her across the threshold. True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand, pulled him up. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on, though Ustin would not know that for quite a while, and at the moment, he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse - trying to retrieve some condoms. Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each other's bodies and each other's desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked. Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was paid. Still, they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful midwest rolling fields, and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of the fields the first week. That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to their market as they were a bit out of the way, but Manon did manage to can about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado shelter. One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they should make like the minks and screw wildly. Always ready, Manon grinned, and that was all it took. They shed their shirts rapidly, then impulsively Manon decided it would be fun to climb the ladder up to the loft. Shaking her skirt she beckoned, "Attrapez-moi." Then wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could, sticking his nose amid her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he caught up. Playing the game she would let him lick her puss for a few minutes each time before scrambling further up the rackety ladder. They were a very orally inclined couple, which worked in their favor whenever they were far from the bedroom, where they kept their limited, and expensive, supply of condoms. Rolling in the proverbial hay, soon enough they were pleasuring each other simultaneously. For the first time ever she saw another person's back door. Glimpsing his tight bung briefly she wasn't grossed out, rather, she was worried that he would see hers and that he would be grossed out. Likewise, Ustin did see hers but his only thought was, "It's surprising that it's not a turn off." They still finished each other off taking the time to burrow into each other's privates at length. Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the loft naked, that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have happened to them. Not only did they recline in each other's arms all day and make love often, but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn. A flu pandemic had begun that day they kissed each others' sex parts in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky enough to interact with just about anyone. By day two, 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary flu and some with weakened systems were already developing pneumonia or dying from other complications. By day five, and unknown to the young lovers, the TV they rarely watched, was advising all citizens to stay home and warning that the health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu. The frisky couple never even knew that the army-green jeeps and an old commandeered truck, arrived to kill and pick up chickens. You see, at the time Manon was bent over an odd apparatus in the water-shed with Ustin's tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole. Anilingus was minutes new to both of them since they had just discovered it. They didn't even know what it was called in any language let alone with any shared words. Only two hours before They had been wandering the North pasture when it started to drizzle and they happened upon the stone structure built over a stream. Inside they found an odd mechanism and with some experimentation figured out that it's purpose was to divert the stream so it flowed either East or West. That's not really relevant to the story. What was pivotal was that, while turning a large wheel made from a barrel, Manon had fallen prone across the device and screamed out as she slipped. Ustin, with his developing English, misunderstood her emerging English. Thinking she had blurted out something meaning, "Tongue my ass" as she threw herself over the barrel, he decided it was a brilliant suggestion and put himself to the delightful task immediately. Meanwhile, finding herself in danger of being rolled over to the other side she shrieked joyfully when he grabbed her by the hips. She was totally shocked, but pleasantly surprised, when with a pucker he kissed her sensitive sphincter. She didn't know enough about sex to think it either mundane or bizzare. After the first swipe at her delicate brownie he asked, "Da?" She spoke that much Russian, and he knew enough French to throw himself into the act when she replied, "Oui! Oui!" Together the lovers learned that they really craved the act, so he spent a considerable amount of time just licking her gratified asshole. Ustin was thinking, "Amazing how every part of my girl is so sexy, from her smile to her toes, she's the best. It's strange how even her shitter turns me on. A woman's pussy is an obvious and natural object to worship with its enticing odor and soft lips. But for as much as I love to nibble and bite, pulling on her labia, it's just as great to get my lips on her arse." "Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would lick a girl's butt, but Manon is so special and her crinkled ring just draws me in." He took a deep inhalation, "Marvelous! Even her ass smells good. Earthy and musty but fresh. I want more." He decided to run his tongue around it in circles, feeling the tiny donut shape. "It's incredible how this majestic feast normally has such a base function. I can't get over the rubbery firm texture - so different from her kiska." He wondered if he could get his tongue inside like he did when he ate her quim. Backing off a few inches he used his fingers to massage her perineum and anus. Then getting one thumb on either side he stretched it out barely able to see inside. "OK let's see if I can get my tip in there. If it's ever gonna taste bad, now will be the time." Talking out loud he spoke to himself in Russian, "Are you ready Ustin?" Listening to him talk to himself back there, Manon had her own conversation going even if it consisted almost entirely of mewling moans and delighted sighs. In perfect Portuguese she whimpered the most appropriate phrase she could think of that he would know, "Do you like your dinner?" Ustin laughed out loud, breaking the mood of raw sexuality briefly. Then also in Portuguese he answered, "You are a most hospitable host." Then returned to his quest to meld his mouth with her rectum. He formed his tongue into a point then poked. Manon squealed, lifting her bum. He barely got any in her but wanting to have a penetrative experience he rubbed two lanky fingers along her newly stubbled puss, In broken English he asked, "You want me finger to your mog?" She had no idea what he meant but she was willing to surrender herself to whatever he desired. To express her openness she relied again on a Portuguese phrase, "My house is your house." Wetting two of his fingers, with the unpracticed thrust of one fairly new to sex, he jammed them fully up her fanny. She jumped in surprise, partly due to the sudden vaginal intrusion but mostly because she was expecting him to slide a single finger up what she would have called her trou du cul. He continued to lap at her starfish fucking her gash with his fingers. He became engrossed in the crude pastime letting his lust carry him away. When her body went tense he worried that he was hurting her in his wild sexual frenzy, then realized she was having an orgasm from the combined anilingus and fingerbanging. Overjoyed to have found a new way to bring her off he fell back on his haunches, satisfied. Coming down from her high, Manon wanted to do something for him now. Turning around she fell to the floor with her back to the wheel. She beckoned for Ustin to stand before her, pulling him by the cock. Manon was hardly more experienced than Ustin in the ways of sex. Her one previous boyfriend had wanted to face-fuck her which she had not allowed. But now she wanted to give all of herself, in every way, to this man she loved. She formed a circle with her left thumb and forefinger then using the forefinger from her other hand she made the universal gesture for fucking. Ustin stepped forward presenting his hard cock to her mouth. But she wasn't done yet. Next using the same gesture she slammed her finger into the circle violently hoping to communicate what she was offering. He was sure he was reading her wrong and definitely didn't want to hurt the woman he loved. But she insisted saying, "Bes moi! Bes moi! Bes moi!", pounding on the barrel. He moved even closer inserting his swollen cock into her mouth. They were both full of expectation as she grabbed his thighs pulling him deeply into the back of her mouth quickly. Towing above her, with his hands on the barrel, he was thrilled that he had married such a sexual wife. They were both mistaken and they learned it the hard way. Manon gagged and sputtered completely unable to accomplish what she'd imagined she would do for him. He pulled out, falling to his knees. Looking into her teary eyes he rained penitent kisses all over her tortured face. They both apologized to each other profusely in their respective languages and they both understood intuitively what the other meant. After hugs of reconciliation she regained her composure. She pointed to her lips saying, "R essayons" As thrilled as he had been a moment before to be married to such a sexpot he was a thousand times more thrilled now to be married to a more naive girl who loved him so selflessly. Standing up he stroked her face gently before presenting his now softened organ to her. She drew his dick into her mouth, inexpertly sucking on the first couple inches until she was rewarded with her first taste of cum. Looking down on her, awestruck, as she swallowed, there was never a more earnest feeling of admiration communicated from one human to another. Afterwards they held each other. Now, if they had brought condoms with them they might have just screwed and been done with it. But then they would have returned to the farmhouse much earlier and met the infected visitors. The national guard found no chickens and left without incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn-star. One morning, 'Котенок', or 'kitten', as Ustin called her woke him with a fantastic and more practiced blowjob, then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for the first time in a while. Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did not know that 40% of the population had gotten sick and they did not realize that 80% of the sick had died. While they knew little English they understood the terrifying math perfectly. Additionally, the images on TV painted a horrible picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world. That was also the same day that, first the TV, and then the electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and oddly dark at night. Manon and Ustin held each other close during the long nights and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance. Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Ustin walk into town to see what was happening, so he stayed home rather than drag her along, hanging onto his arms, which is what she would have done to stop him. Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperiness of his sexy body glistening and tanned in the sun. The electric water pump hadn't worked in weeks and they both smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells produced by their young and hard sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal. She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while he reached back and held her waist. Out by the fallen log,and yet again lacking any birth control, she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock against her rear door to communicate her intent... The next day they walked to the water-shed carrying a water bucket and wearing nothing but shoes, then made sad, sweet love, again on the barrel, as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry, and, a touch of lust, that wouldn't go away even in those dire times. The next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Eve,' they toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the winter. They continued to make love every night to cement their love as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a half away; nothing was there. Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the early fall heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude. Nearing another house they again found no one, but seeing some wash on the line, they realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood. Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last ten miles into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they went. The next morning, just before sunrise Котенок woke Usty and pulled him outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as solemnly as she could buried all their remaining condoms. Offering him a page torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word "repopulate." After a lunch of kislaya kapusta also known as sauerkraut, they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done before; vaginal sex without protection.